All the satires of the stage should be viewed without discomfort. They are public mirrors, where we are never to admit that we seeourselves; one admits to a fault when one is scandalized by its censure.

Tobacco is the passion of honest men and he who lives without tobacco is not worthy of living.

I feed on good soup, not beautiful language.

Oh, I may be devout, but I am human all the same.

The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.

Malicious men may die, but malice never.

The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.